Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be trapping out the bando grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one in it like Larry David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on your neck? the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] shells just like a taco
So your goggles, nigga
Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts past ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on tongue
boy you fucked over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when done
My square homie's license, double life in my
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the like us, you need to crip that coast
You to steer that wheel
You want to that kil'
who am I?